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Bahamut noticed a few bewildered stares and opted to elaborate. "Think about it. Darkwhite spent months harassing the team. Diyem was the voice in our heads for a while before his disappearance. What do they have in common? Simple: connections." He raised his left hand. "Team Spectrum had time...

Bahamut stood in the back and said something he was sure would catch people off guard. “I wholeheartedly agree with that plan... on one condition.” He pointed to Maple. “You have to come with us... because you’re the one who has to call Joule, not us.”

Nero laughed nervously. "Well, that rules out the shops. And the café." The houses were the logical answer then. He turned to the locals who had Lillie's bag. "Uh, excuse me? Do you know anything about where us travelers are staying?"

"Mmm. I guess we'll see one way or another how receptive she is to the idea," Bahamut said. He turned away from Dave. "Now then, there's something I have to attend to. Take care."

"I've just been kind of scouting about." Nero sat down to scratch a cheek-bolt. "Don't really have anything in mind. I already know this world is fairly similar to the one I'm from."

"Mew!" They floated up and plopped on top of the helmet. Mew curled up and purred. Nero sighed. "Sorry about that. They're, uh... a bit of an odd ducklett."

"Well, this place has a lot of thick fog, so I'm sure you could find somewhere private," Nero chirped. "And I think there are houses being assigned, so you could always use one of those." His expression deflated a bit. "Just... try not to talk it into yourself everything's going to go badly...

"I'm not sure about that. Only that her response the first time was to attack Joule," Bahamut said, thinking back to the battle in the Reverse World. "So, I expect that to be her kneejerk reaction."

"Don't say that." Nero's ears drooped. "You're going to make a self-fulfilling prophecy." He glanced skyward. "Like, if you refer to her by name, then that should be a big clue that you know her from somewhere."

"The big issue will be convincing her it's an avenue worth pursuing," Bahamut said. "She's like me. Unflinchingly stubborn. Perhaps Owen will get through to her. He's so sickeningly optimistic that way."

Nero frowned. Used to? "Just because you haven't seen each other in a while doesn't mean you don't know her anymore. She's alive. You're alive. And soon, you'll be reunited." His tail wagged.

"It should happen instantaneously... but I can only assume Arceus needs time to charge such a power," Bahamut said. "I sent a message to him as soon as I left the infirmary. Whether he follows through or not is up to him." His tail lazily swished side to side. "That said... since I know there...

"Oh, huh. There was a mimikyu in our group who said she used to be human before showing up here." Nero's eyes flickered with recognition. "I take it you two know each other?"

"Sorry. Force of habit." Sweat drops ran down the back of Nero's head. "If it's not the appearance, it's usually the powers that scare most folks." Mew plopped down on Nero's back and poked at one of the gemstones in his tail. He looked back at them with a look that read, "Do you mind?" To...

"Actually, I've been avoiding the town. Dashing fast enough to avoid people seeing me." He rubbed his forelegs together. Nero's pink shifted to blue for a second, before arriving at a striped mix. "Perhaps people wouldn't be as put-off if they saw two of us? Like a pair or something. And I know...

"Arceus manipulated the flow of time close to Joule." Bahamut glanced out a window, where everything in Destiny Village was moving as normally as he could remember. "With his power, I want to take Joule and his attack and move them somewhere else. Somewhere they won't be a threat. Like what...

Interesting. So there was a world with humans that also had Beast Killers. It was a bit surprising, but Nero brushed it aside. He still didn't even know what humans truly looked like. And it sounded like this guy gave it a similar name as he had when his mask was on. Much to think about, for...

"Mew!" They fell inside their bubble and bounced off the ground, then popped back up on top of it.

Sure, Nero couldn't see a facial expression with the mask. But he knew the body language. He'd lived it. Frightened. Confused. "That's... not your usual body, is it?" Nero whispered. Mew had escaped Nero's grasp and rested on a psychic bubble. They floated up to Dusk and scratched him behind...

Hello, I'm here for catnip stuff. Right off the bat, I have to confess this was a bit of a difficult read for me because there are lot of really odd word choices and grammatical errors. It slowed things down for me tremendously because I had to keep stopping to ask myself what you were trying...